MILF: The Naughty Lawyer by Scarlett Emma

Author:Scarlett, Emma [Scarlett, Emma]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2016-06-03T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Four

The Brown file. She forgot it in her office in her frantic leaving. She would have to beg the nanny to stay with her son, so she could grab the file.

Walking into an office at night is a strange thing. So quiet, Violet could only hear her breath and the sound of her shoes against the carpet. She walked back to her office when she noticed a light on in another office. The door was cracked and music was playing.

"Hello," she called out. Walking back to the lit office.

"Back here," a deep voice answered. She opened the door to see Owen staring up at her.

"Oh. You." She said staring at him.

"Yeah I saw you left the Brown file here, so I thought I would help you out. I didn't expect you to come back tonight."

"Thank you. But you didn't have to do that Owen."

"You just seem to have a lot on your plate right now. I just wanted to help relieve you of it. Do you want me to help you, Violet?" He leaned back in his chair, his shirt straining against the muscles on his chest. Violet couldn't help but bite her lower lip. She had the feeling that they were having two different conversations. When she didn't answer, he raised his eyebrows, beckoning her for an answer.

"Yes. I want you to help me," she whispered. He silently stood and walked to the other side of his desk and curled his finger for her to come closer.

As if under a spell, Violet moved to stand right before him. His fingers reached out and gently brushed against her arm.

"Do you know how beautiful you are Violet?"

She smiled and looked up at him. "I'm about ten years older than you, Owen. There are more beautiful women in the office for you to be fixated on."

He tilted her chin so she looked directly into his eyes.

"Then I'll just have to show you," he said right before he brushed his lips against her and kissed her. Tentatively. Exploring if this was okay. His tongue gently running along her lower lip. His hand brushed to the back of her head and fingered her dark hair, holding her in place to deepen the kiss.

Violet's thoughts evaporated. She could only focus on what was happening. His tongue tasting her mouth and his confident lips. She knew what was happening. He was going to do the things he said the other day, and she was going to let him because right now, this what the only thing that mattered.

Owen continued kissing her as he led her to his desk and cleared a spot for her, pushing her to sit on the desk. Her skirt started to bunch up higher, exposing her thighs for him.

He stopped and pressed his forehead to her's as he traced her collarbone and drew down her décolletage to the tops of her breasts peaking out from the low neckline.

"I wanted to taste this mouth the moment you opened it," he said right before he kissed her deeply again.

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